Well, of course you buy the fourth album. I mean, that’s the traditional pattern: the first album is always a mind-blower, discovery of a fresh talent. Second album is more polished but somehow lacks that raw honesty and hunger you heard on the first one. Third album is a bloated, overproduced mess of indulgence. And then the fourth is stripped down, return-to-form that almost captures what was great about the first, while also bringing in a more mature sensibility.

John, do you plan to get a puppy to assist with the scampering? After all, “The trouble with a kitten is that/Eventually it becomes a cat,” and cats aren’t big on scampering. It wastes valuable sleeping time. A puppy would fill the scampergap.

Bands change their names all the time. They just need to have a highly-publicized breakup, followed by a reunion under a different name (The Vicious Scamperbeats, seewhatIdidthere) to show that they’re entering a new stage in their artistic lives.